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On the Othe Hand: ...With a side of fish flies PDF Print
Friday, June 28, 2013 11:58 PM

So I’m looking forward to a little less hectic weekend. Last weekend was busy, busy, busy. Fresh off an awesome Relay for Life, Ringo, my man and I headed to Leisure Park for a little Bark for Life action.

Ringo of course, was super excited. He loves, loves, loves other dogs. He just wants to meet them and play and run. Alpha is no where in his vocabulary. He’s a player, not a fighter, and he doesn’t care who does what as long as he gets to do something.

After a steamy lap around the park for the guys, we all piled back in the car and headed to Michigan for our friend Steve’s graduation party. After a lot of hard work and a lot of patience from his wife, Jill, Steve-o got his master’s degree. Whoot, whoot.

When we arrived, the first thing we noticed were the fish flies. We had some experience with these pesky critters a few years ago but not to the extent we were about to. They were everywhere! Just hangin’ off stuff and lookin’ creepy. Hundreds, maybe thousands. Ugh! Bugs! Why?

Fishflies hatch each summer from eggs buried in the mud. They are around for about 4-5 days and then gone. The insects mate, lay eggs and die within 24 hours. The cycle continues several time over.

You have no idea unless you’ve come across the fishfly frenzy personally. Steve kept telling us fishfly facts such as they like the color white (the color of our car).

We got Steve a bug zapper as a graduation gift and he promptly plugged her in and let her go. Zap, zap, zap. Zaaaaaaaaaap. Yeah!

We spent the evening celebrating, had a great time and even managed to laugh about the plague besieging us.

Steve teased us that all the fishflies on our car were going to hang on all the way back to Ohio screaming, “Jay! Nancy! Take us home to the canal!”

My husband and I took turns checking each other out to make sure we didn’t have any guests hanging on us.

When we settled in the camper for the evening, my husband cocooned himself in a quilt, saying, “No fishflies gonna get me!”

I chose a sheet because it was warm outside and inside the camper and we weren’t opening the flaps just in case the fishflies knew a way in.

About an hour or so after I fell asleep, I awoke with a start. I was covered in a white sheet! OMG! Fishflies like the color white! I carefully lifted my head to see if I was covered in fishflies. What would I do if I was?

Whew. No fishflies.

We didn’t see too many of our friends on Sunday but managed to still have a few on the car when we got home. She was washed and shined on Monday.

On Tuesday, I was scrubbing out the kitchen sink. When I lifted the mat, there was a fishfly! What the …? How the …?

Ugh! Bugs! Why?

 

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